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Here, the colors of the season
are blue and green and amber,
as are every season’s colors
here.
Cobalt ribbon, naked sky;
verdant palms in liquid mirrors;
yellow sunlight warming skin, insolent and
bare.
The white-bark tree, alone, recalls
the winter months. A token tree
and I — transplanted in this strange, dry soil —
remember
red and orange, yellow flame.
Kindling leaves to hail the year,
it shows them, sheds them, waits for
spring.
While I rekindle faces,
letting shadows trace the wall
with words and places, everything
again, that brings me to
December.
The sun, now at its farthest south,
and I, far west, each find
strange frost, strange warmth, strange strength
out here
where winter’s shades are blue and green,
where, reaching up to cobalt skies,
I’m planting roots
this year.
ยฉ Deborah Edler Brown 1993
i love your poetry here. Those last two lines really hit me for some reason too.
Wishing you a Happy Solstice. ๐
Thank you, Katie! How kind of you to tell me. Happy Solstice to you as well! ๐
Lovely poetry! Thanks for sharing with us.
Thank you! Just popped over and saw your photos. Lovely as well!
Merry solstice to you too! Thank you for sharing your words!
Beautiful poetry Deborah,now I know more about Solstice ๐
Thank you, Novroz. I am so happy you liked it. ๐
I remember this poem when you made peace with having moved to LA. Glad to see it again. I can’t remember if your parents had already moved there or if you were the pioneer. Hard to believe it’s nearly two decades ago already. People in their 20’s and early 30’s beware…the course of the rest of your life really sets around then.